Well-Stuffed Melons - Part 6 of 8
by Charlotte Dickles

SYNOPSIS

Just who was it who'd suggested the title for the next performance of the amateur dramatic group? Because when the lead actress drops out, it leaves a vacancy for a big-busted woman to prance naked on the stage, which nobody wants to fill. Fortunately, being a lead actress is not all work and no play.

The complete story has been serialised into eight parts which will be published at approximately daily intervals.

Author's Note: This story is a light-hearted, cross-dressing romp and contains various adult elements including adultery, heterosexual and homosexual acts, and humour. If reading about such themes is illegal or not to your taste, then please do not do it, or don't come moaning to me about it afterwards! It was first published on Fictionmania several years ago, and has now been modified. The first part, which sets the scene, is far longer than the other seven.

CHAPTER NINE - ALAN STUFFS ME

"You don't fool me, Charlie."

It was quite remarkable that I'd known Alan through BRATS for years, yet it was only the previous evening at rehearsals that I'd noticed that he had a tremendous bulge in his trousers. Not just any old bulge at the join of the "Y", the kind most blokes have. No this was like a piece of drainpipe, hanging almost down to his knee. When I'd first noticed it, I'd gasped in amazement, which I'd had to quickly turn into a cough, as people turned to see what had startled me.

This evening, I'd barely been able to keep my eyes off it. Alan noticed my attention, of course, and had asked me back to his place for coffee. Well, what he'd actually said was, "You for coffee?" in the way that sounds like, "You fuck off, eh?"

I smiled at him and said, "Oh, yes please," making it quite clear I understood his innuendo. Now, here he was telling me I didn't fool him. Where had I heard that before?

So, I gave him a non-committal, "How do you mean, Alan?"

"Well, you know, the reason why Charles suddenly disappeared and Charlie magically appeared."

Christ! Had he really worked out that we were one and the same. It sounded like it. "I still don't understand, Alan."

"Well, why was Charles prepared to give up the lead male role, in order to let Charlie have the lead female role?"

"You'd better tell me." I realised my voice had a sharp edge to it. Perhaps I'd over-reacted.

He realised he was on sensitive ground and cleared his throat nervously, almost started to speak and then stopped himself, obviously trying to find the right words. Eventually, he said in a kindly voice, "I believe it was because Charles cares greatly for you, Charlotte, and he realised you weren't meeting the men you so obviously need to. So he did this swap, giving you the opportunity to get to know blokes like myself."

Blimey, he'd fallen for it hook, line and sinker, and not only that, he'd also given Charles some personal kudos, which I could hardly complain about. I realised I'd underestimated Alan all these years; I'd never particularly taken to him in the past, but now I could see what an excellent guy he was. In fact, I thought, I might shower him with one of my favours, especially as that pipe down his leg appeared to be getting thicker and harder!

I gave him a warm smile now, challenging. "So what makes you think I want to meet lots of men?"

His nervousness had disappeared now, as he realised he'd said the right thing. "Well, perhaps, not lots of men. Perhaps you only need to meet the right man, under the right circumstances. And I'm that man, and these are the right circumstances."

"Ph-e-e-w-w! You're a smoothy talker."

"Yep. I also kiss well."

How did he manage to suddenly get so close that he was holding me around the waist, and pulling me towards him, and how come I couldn't stop my lips from meeting his, and his tongue from pushing between my teeth, and playing with my tongue, and his chest pushing against my tits. I gave a little wriggle and felt something deliciously hard strengthen alongside my inner thigh.

But then he was wriggling some more, almost doubling up in discomfort. I realised straightaway what his problem must be. I knew from personal experience that a suddenly erect penis can be uncomfortable for someone of Charles stature, but at least a bit of wriggling will sooner or later allow it to charge upwards. There was no way that the pipe down Alan's trouser leg was going to be able to do that of its own accord. It needed a little help, and fortunately, I was on hand to assist.

I dropped to my knees, briefly feeling his hardness through his trouser leg, before releasing his belt and zip fly, and pulling his trousers and underpants down over that enormous monster that suddenly sprung upwards towards my face.

It's strange that only a week before, the idea of handling another male's equipment would have appeared absolutely obscene. But now, with my new female genitalia, it seemed the most natural thing in the world. It was the most wonderful introduction to the male organ that any woman could have. (I conveniently ignored Geoff's intervention, the day before yesterday.)

It wasn't disgustingly thick, like you see some of them on the internet (not that I looked at those kind of pictures, of course), but was thin enough for my finger and thumb to touch as they wrapped around it. But what it lacked in diameter, it more than made up for in length. It was long enough for me to hold it in two hands, one above the other without touching, and still leave plenty of space around his rim so that I could stare at it from all directions. The head was a wonderful purple colour, and I could see it throbbing, and feel its heat radiating against my cheeks, even before I let my face come in contact with it.

But I really couldn't delay that event too long. I smiled up at Alan, and he smiled back, knowing the inevitability of what was about to happen. As I continued to stare I let my tongue slowly protrude through my lips, and then I was moving my head forward so the very tip of my tongue could play on the underside of his glans.

He gasped, and then gasped some more as I let my tongue drag down the length of his shaft, until I could flick at his balls. Then I was sliding it up again, and as I reached the very tip, I moved my head forward some more, so I could put my lips over the top of his cock and slide them down around the head.

It was quite obvious right from the start that even the most experienced cock-sucker - and, other than being on the receiving end, I certainly had no expertise in that direction - was going to have real problems in getting major quantities of that beast inside their mouth. However, as a first attempt I was quite proud of my achievement. I managed to get the whole of the knob inside, before I almost gagged. Fortunately, I managed to pull my mouth away before I instinctively clenched my teeth together with such a snap I would certainly have bitten off that wonderful cock if it had still been there.

Alan was bending down towards me, and our tongues were playing together as he pulled up my top, and then tried to do the same with bra. But what worked on the more flimsy type of bra that he was obviously used to, was totally ineffective on the heavy-duty model that I had to use to support my mammoth mammaries. I reached up behind me and released the catch, and slid my arms out of the straps.

We broke off our kiss so that Alan could go down on my tits. Absolute bliss! Thirty seconds later, I was having the first of the mini-orgasms that came when my nipples were given such considerate attention. But already, I could feel Alan was not one for spending hours on foreplay. He'd produced a condom from somewhere. I was going to tell him that it wasn't needed, but then thought better of it. After all, a normal woman would hardly tell him that, would she?

In seconds he'd slid it over his prick and then he pushed me backwards onto the carpet, and I could feel his erection pressing, firstly against my navel, then my stomach, and then I could feel it against the inside of my thighs. I lost touch with it as he lifted and spread my knees, but not for long! I could feel it nuzzling against my opening, and then he was sliding it inside. Bliss!

"Oh!"

"What's the matter?"

"I wasn't prepared for your pussy to be so short. I can barely get anything inside you."

"Oh, I'm sorry. It's just that..."

He silenced me with a kiss. "It doesn't matter, Charlie. There are other ways just as good."

He grasped me by the ankles and spread my legs wide, at the same time moving forward until it was really quite uncomfortable. His prick had slipped out of my pussy, and I could feel it nuzzling between my legs.

"Er... what do you think you're doing...E-e-e-r-r-r-r!" I wasn't certain whether it was a word or a gasp for air that escaped my lips as that monster slid up my arse. No, monster was the wrong word. A monster would have been painful and unpleasant. But his prick was so narrow that after the initial discomfort as he went inside, the feeling was more... exquisite! Absolutely, fantastically exquisite!

I gasped again, unable to say anything. Alan was being incredibly kind and considerate. He didn't try to push the whole length inside me, which would probably have been enough to force it out of my mouth. No, he simply gave me a few inches to start with, smooth action, which felt divine inside me.

"Jesus!" the thought had suddenly hit me that he was inside ME; not just an artificial vagina - he had his prick right up my arse and it was the most wonderful feeling I'd had since... since...

Well, since Helen had used her tongue on my spot last night, to be honest. OK, sex is always great, and I wasn't trying to knock Alan at all, after the unselfish way he was prepared to use any port in a storm. But although being arse fucked by Alan was exquisite, it really was not a patch upon the fantastic feelings I got from my artificial vagina. The wonders of modern science!

But what sex with Alan lacked in sensation, was more than made up for by Alan's enthusiasm. He kept telling me how wonderful I was, and how he'd fallen in love with me the first time he'd seen me, and I was the prettiest thing in the whole world.

Pretty soon, his soft words went right to my head, and I had the first of several super orgasms over the course of the next few hours, for no sooner had I finished one, than Alan was turning me over, and attacking my arse from another direction, and then another, and another.

I would rue that the next day, for not only were my breasts and nipples still screaming sex with every joggle they received (I still hadn't been able to get around to Carol's house to search for my remote control!), my internal organs screamed "Murder!" with every movement around the photocopy shop. Needless to say, business had been building up day by day, with every dickhead in the area coming in to ogle my boobs and chat me up, so I was in a right state by the time I got to rehearsals that evening.